So last week the exciting news that the first baby McDowell was on its way broke. I can't believe that after three negative pregnancy tests and only one month of trying our baby is actually on his way! I have noticed that through this journey comes a lot of emotional highs and lows, not to mention a lot of dumb blonde moments (and I'm not blonde any more).
Just yesterday, I came home from the grocery store with a few items for dinner. I was trying to help Brian out since he has spent all day working on the yard. Well, by the time I got home baby McDowell was ready to eat. I had to sit down quickly because I was light headed. Brian offered to get me some food, so I suggested grapes. He brought the grapes over and I let him know that they needed to be washed. His response: they came out of the fridge. My response: tears. They need to be washed! I could see my husbands face out of the corner of my tear filled eyes. He literally stood stunned and confused until he decided to step it up and wash the grapes. He then came over and handed me the grapes while I just sat there and cried like I had lost a loved one. About a minute later reality Kristen stepped back into play and I realized that was one of my very first CRAZY moments from being pregnant. Of course I apologized to my hubs and I'm pretty sure that he was glad that I was back to my usual, somewhat normal self.
After yesterday's "grape" incident, I was interested to see how my first day back to school would go. I decided not to tell my kindergarteners that I'm pregnant quite yet. However, I think they know something's not exactly right with me because of the following event. I took gatorade with me to work today to help me stay hydrated and hopefully keep a bounce in my step. Well during Math small groups today I was sipping on it, actually telling my special education teacher that I was proud of myself being able to drink red gatorade with white pants (do we see a little foreshadowing here...). I screwed the lid back on my drink and got up from my chair to tell my kids to start cleaning up. While they were busy cleaning, I thought it was the perfect time to slip in another drink, when BOOM... I dropped my big bottle of RED gatorade on the table. I stood back, hovered over the table, frozen out of disbelief while the gatorade gushed from the bottle. My pants were now marked with red tie- dye and a little girl in my class came to my aide and picked up the bottle to stop any more damage from being done. In the background I hear all my students saying "aww" in amazement that their very own teacher was the source of such a large mess. I look up from my hovered state at my assistant and special education assistant and their response: did you throw up? I stood there thinking of how it totally sounded like I had thrown up all over my classroom and just laughed to myself. My assistant walked over and was gracious enough to start cleaning up the table and floor. My students were still whispering to one another in amazement and my assistant's response was perfect: "It's okay kids, Mrs. McDowell's brain in shrinking."
So how do I summarize pregnancy for me so far? Well, it's an emotional state of craziness due to the shrinking of my brain.
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